It leaves the soot stained station,
ambling across the blue tarred road.
Semi smile in all directions-
age has it´s toll, it´s subtle inflation.
Yes the flesh still clings to this woman´s face.
Though upclose the skull is revealed
in so many worn places.
Tiny bony features stickout
like makeshift rooves of a slum-
like teenage braces.
That narrow smile of hers fires at you,
giving your intrigue a fleshwound.
Her questioning eyes loom
having seen the unspeakable.
Having seen the street´s evil
and where it veers into oblivion.
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